The moon stars are scarce.

Chenguang sat at the stone table, holding a small gourd in her hand, sipping slowly, and her chic posture made people who didn't know the truth think that she was drinking some kind of elixir and jade brew, but in fact she was just drinking water.

Yan Ying's figure appeared beside her.

Chenguang's heart became irritable again.

He stared at her condescendingly for a moment, then sat down on the stone pier next to her.

"Looks like your watchdog can't hold it down for you." He whispered.

Chenguang put down the little gourd, looked at him, and asked in a puzzled tone:

"What?"

Yan Ying looked at her calm face, the corners of her lips were hooked, and she smiled, he quickly reached out, grabbed her arm, slid it slightly, pinched her joints, and pressed hard.

The bone-piercing pain made Chenguang frown, and she was furious, raising her other hand and slapping him in the face.

Yan Ying grabbed her wrist in time.

Morninglight broke free of his grip, lifted the arm he had pinched, and slapped him in the face with a crackling sound.

Yan Ying was slapped, but he didn't care, he lowered his eyes, his expression didn't change, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Chenguang didn't speak.

Yan Ying is very good at beating around the bush, whether it is doing things or speaking, there is never a straight line to the end, even the simplest things he will subconsciously turn eighteen turns, facing him without saying a word, and finding his flaws in the subtleties is the way to deal with it. She wouldn't ask him anything, and there was no point in talking to him with the intent of asking.

"Kitten, you've deteriorated." Yan Ying was silent for a long time, hooked her pale rose-colored lips, and said.

Chenguang looked at him with a calm expression:

"Are you happy?"

The corners of Yan Ying's lips were hooked deeper, and he laughed softly in a very bad tone: "If you die, I will put you in a jar and put it on my body." ”

"I'll let you die before I die." Morning Light Road.

Yan Ying chuckled, he looked at her face and smiled for a moment.

"That's fine." He muttered softly in a barely audible tone.

After a pause, he said: "You are the descendant of the royal family and the witch doctor clan of the Phoenix Netherworld, the product of the combination of the noblest bloodline and the most powerful bloodline of the Phoenix Netherworld, which makes you extremely talented, but you are used too ruthlessly." He spoke slowly, his voice like a breeze on a calm lake, soft, but destructive.

Chenguang pinched the small gourd and said nothing.

Yan Ying looked at her and smiled:

"Actually, it's not that there is no way, don't you know the most commonly used recipe by the monarchs of the Feng Ming Kingdom."

For his words, a trace of disgust flashed in Chenguang's eyes.

Yan Ying looked at her with a smile, his eyes were soft, and he felt like a demon who had found a crack in his heart and entered the void to bewitch mortal hearts.

Morning Light looked at him, her gaze fell on his snow-white slender neck, the hidden cyan veins were very thin, hidden under the pale and cold skin, glowing with an alluring light.

"If I want a human sacrifice, you will be the first sacrifice." She said.

Yan Ying smiled.

"If you can kill me, I can be your sacrifice." He said in a calm tone, with a faint, unclear softness.

Morning Light looked at him in silence.

Yan Ying looked at her for a while, her eyes were too cold, he lowered his eyes, was silent for a long time, stood up, the purple hem of his robe brushed against the corners of her skirt.

"It's so stubborn." He whispered, then he turned and left.

Chenguang looked at him and walked away, put down the small gourd in his hand, folded his arms on the table, and buried his head in his arms.

Yan Ying stepped into the shadows, he stopped, and glanced at the morning light lying on the stone table behind him.

The curvature of the corners of his lips has long been raised, and his pale and beering face looks colder and colder in the night.

She used to be a gentle child, although now she has become as ruthless as him, but the stupid stubbornness of her childhood still exists.

He raised his eyes and looked at Si Qian, who was also standing in the shadows.

He snorted coldly, ignored Si Qian, and took a step, wanting to leave.

Si Qian stepped forward, stretched out his arm, and blocked his way.

Yan Ying's face sank, and he would not be kind to people he hated.

"You have a way, right?" Si Qian's eyes condensed, lowered his voice, and asked gloomily.

"What?" Yan Yingpi asked with a smile on her face.

"Back then, Si Tong passed on all the secret methods to you." Si Qian said coldly.

"A madman like Si Tong, even if she tells you in person that she has a solution, will you believe it? If she had a solution, she wouldn't have been raised to be like that. Yan Ying said slowly.

A trace of disappointment crossed Si Qian's eyes, and the aura around him became colder and colder.

Yan Ying hated his expression, in Yan Ying's opinion, Si Qian was a hypocrite, pretending to have no desires, in fact, the abacus crackled, and he always put on a more noble appearance than anyone else, as if his hidden affection was noble, in fact, it was because he understood that even if he picked out Chenguang, he would not accept him, so he would honestly retreat outside the boundary.

Si Qian's disappointment made Yan Ying feel bad, he was just a guard, but he acted as if he had a deep relationship with Chenguang. He was malicious, looked at Si Qian, and said with a smile:

"Life and death are fate, if she dies, I will put her in a jar, and when the time comes, I will divide you in half, how about it?"

Si Qian glanced at him coldly.

"Are you serious?" Si Qian asked.

Yan Ying didn't expect his provocative words to attract such a sentence, and he thought that Si Qian would fight with him. The unexpected rhetorical question made him slightly stunned, and the smile on the corner of his lips paused.

Si Qianguang looked at him coldly, and said in a disdainful tone:

"Yan Ying, you don't know what you're doing at all, and on the day you die, you'll regret it."

He said coldly, turned around, and left.

Yan Ying's face sank like water, he was angry, angry for no reason. It was just a painless provocation, but it made his blood boil for no reason, and the blood was boiling with bubbling anger. He didn't understand why he was so angry, and after being pressed off the switch by Si Qian's words, he was so angry that he almost jumped.

He looked at Si Qian's back, his eyes were gloomy, he suddenly spoke, sneered and said:

"It's not impossible."

Si Qian stopped and looked back at him.

"Don't you know the life extension methods of the kings of the Feng Ming Kingdom?" Yan Ying said with a smile.

Si Qian's gaze became colder and colder.

"Is it funny that you mention it when you know it's what she hates the most?" He finished coldly and walked away.

Yan Ying's face was as cold as frost, he had never been so angry as he was now, and every word Si Qian said made him feel bad.

"Disgust? Can you live without doing disgusting things? He sneered, muttered to himself, turned around, and walked in the other direction.